After being rejected by Yan Sinian, Lin Hao was dejected and felt utterly hopeless.
At this moment, Yu Mengyu turned to look at him.
"You said you've made up your mind just now?"
Lin Hao suddenly lifted his head, "Yes, I have thought it through, would you be willing to help?"
"Lead the way."
Lin Hao was so excited that he couldn't contain himself, "To, to where my father is hospitalized?"
"Mm."
Yu Mengyu raised her palm; the deep wound visible to the bone disappeared, in the blink of an eye, returning to its original state.
Lin Hao stared blankly at this scene, unable to utter a single word.
Unbeknownst to him, the recovery was only superficial; in reality, Yu Mengyu's palm still throbbed faintly with pain.
The remnants of Yan Sinian's Spiritual Energy were highly destructive, like a centipede constantly tunneling deeper into the flesh.
Yu Mengyu had to mobilize a large portion of her Spiritual Energy to suppress it, making her complexion increasingly pale.
